you are about to show me shadows of the things that have not happened, but will happen in time before us ... is that so, spirit
his legs trembled beneath him
a vauge uncertain horror
i fear you more than any spectre I have seen. but as I know your purpose is to do me good.
I am prepared to bear you company
lead on
it is precious time to me
i only know he is dead
i thought hed never die
i see. the case of this unhappy man might be my own
had no more power to withdraw the veil than to dismiss the spectre at his side
he lay in the dark empty house with not a man a woman or a child to say that he was kind to me
we may sleep tonight with light hearts caroline
my littlechild
he broke down all at once
I am heartily sorry for it
it really seemed as if he had known our tiny tim and felt with us
spirit of tiny tim thy childish essence was from god
overrun by grass and weeds
spirit he cried tight spirit he cried tight clutching at its robe, hear me I am not the man I was I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse
I will honour christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year
I will live in the past, the present and the future
holding up his hands in a last prayer to have his fate reversed